"Once upon a time, two sisters depended on each other. The elder sister was cold-natured but exceptionally gifted, and her younger sister was equally talented, yet protected so well by her sister that she remained innocent, untouched by impurities."
"They lived together relying on one another, until one day, a so-called righteous man with an inherently evil nature appeared. He waved the banner of justice, painting them a picture of the future and claiming there was an opportunity to save the city."
Chen Guan turned midair, dodging a twisted spatial rift.
"The Yin family?"
He spat out those two words, sparing a moment to throw Baal some emotional validation.
"Smart."
Baal continued.
"Those people saw the young girl's spiritual talent, and the girl herself was willing to sacrifice for others. By the time Guan Jinyue realized what was happening, it was too late. Her sister's soul had become the array's eye beneath the tower, and all that remained in her body was a cold, hollow shell."
"As compensation, and due to her terrifying talent, Guan Jinyue received a lot—an admission spot in the Northern City, the sword in her hand, too many things she once dared not even dream of..."
"But geniuses are often obsessive. For Guan Jinyue, all she wanted was her sister."
"Two and a half years later, Guan Jinyue stormed a cult stronghold. Even though Lord Bael himself was enshrined there, she swung her sword without hesitation."
As he spoke, a faint, affected sobbing sound could be heard.
And afterward? The benevolent Lord Bael forgave past grievances, showed her the way, restored the girl's decaying body, and used his influence to have the demon clan prepare an ice coffin. From then on, her sister's body no longer decayed. With no more worries, Guan Jinyue offered Lord Bael a token of allegiance.
"Everything after that, you already know."
Baal didn't even bother pretending anymore, directly naming names.
"So she's here for revenge?"
"No."
Baal refuted that conclusion.
"She's here to take someone back. She wants to retrieve what remains of her sister's soul from beneath that tower. Even if it means destroying the entire city of Shanghai, she won't hesitate."
As Baal's voice faded, the silver figure ahead stopped.
The wind howled across the rooftop.
Guan Jinyue turned around.
Her hands were empty, bearing no weapon.
But the space around her twisted violently, with invisible blades seemingly slicing through the air.
Chen Guan stopped ten meters away.
"To get your sister back, you're willing to let this whole city be buried with her?"
Guan Jinyue's eyes were dead, showing no ripple of emotion.
"And you're any different?"
She had seen through what was in the coffin on his back—the same essence as what she kept preserved in the ice coffin in the Northern frontier.
Both of them had someone they cherished more than life itself.
The first time they met, she had seen through the coffin's contents with Baal's help, recognizing that the man before her was like herself—someone with a person more precious than life.
That was why she had felt a flicker of what little pity she had left.
Chen Guan did not deny it, and Guan Jinyue's lips curled into a mocking smile.
"When you reach where I am, you'll become just like me—maybe even crazier."
"As for now, I'll be going on ahead."
Guan Jinyue's smile was both charming and dangerous. She raised her hand, and space began to fold. Countless cracks took the form of shattered glass splinters, spinning behind her.
"Congratulations, you fell for it."
Before Chen Guan could steady himself on the rooftop, the silver figure before him began to dissolve.
Guan Jinyue's outline shattered into countless folded shards of light, scattering in entirely different directions.
She had never intended to fight here from the start.
Chen Guan reached out to grab the last fading image, but his fingers passed through it, touching nothing.
An Changqing's voice came through the phone, unusually urgent.
"Chen Guan, how is it over there?"
"She's gone."
"Gone? Where?"
An Changqing didn't even bother asking who she was now.
But Chen Guan had already fully grasped Guan Jinyue's intention.
"An Changqing, watch out..."
Before Chen Guan could finish, a clamor broke out from the other end.
Inside the revolving restaurant.
Hong Yuan and Long Ao had just returned from the rescue below. Both were covered in dust and bloodstains, but their spirits were still intact.
An Changqing stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, maintaining the communication. Su Yuehe was packing up her equipment.
Yin Chen stood alone by the meeting table, one hand resting on its surface as he scrolled through the latest messages from the Shanghai Association on his phone.
His uncle had been escorted to the safe zone downstairs. At this moment, only the five of them remained in the restaurant.
Long Ao tossed his coat onto a chair, letting out a heavy breath.
"The beasts below aren't too strong, but there are so many of them it's insane. The Association has already arrived, but they're barely holding the line."
Hong Yuan rested her battle axe on her shoulder. "But the rifts are still expanding. If we don't deal with the source, we'll never kill them all."
An Changqing lowered his earpiece, frowning at Su Yuehe.
"Yuehe, have you located the source of the rifts?"
Su Yuehe shook her head, pointing at the instruments beside her. The screen displayed a mess of garbled data.
"The spatial fluctuations are too intense. All detectors are being disrupted. I'm recalibrating."
Yin Chen interjected.
"There's no need to find the source."
Everyone looked at him.
Yin Chen turned his phone screen toward the group.
"A spatial tear of this scale must have one person maintaining it. Find that person and cut off the control, and all the rifts will close automatically."
An Changqing nodded in agreement.
"Chen Guan said he chased that person, but she got away. Her exact whereabouts are unknown."
Just then, An Changqing's phone rang out with Chen Guan's urgent voice.
— "An Changqing, watch out."
His reaction was already swift. His sword left its sheath in under 0.3 seconds.
But it wasn't fast enough.
A circle of transparent ripples silently spread out behind Yin Chen.
At the center of the ripples, a pale, slender hand materialized without a sound, gently resting on Yin Chen's right shoulder.
In that instant, Yin Chen's entire body froze.
His pupils dilated sharply, because he could clearly feel that his meridians had been locked, like a valve had been shut off—all energy flow stopped the moment that hand touched his shoulder.
He tried to activate his abilities, but not a trace of cold air could be condensed.
A figure stepped out of the ripples completely, standing half a step behind Yin Chen.
Silver hair, black eyes.
Guan Jinyue.
"You..."
Yin Chen turned his head, recognizing that face.
Guan Jinyue didn't look at him. Her gaze swept across everyone in the restaurant, finally stopping on An Changqing, who already had his sword drawn.
"Don't move."
She said.
An Changqing's sword was already aimed at Guan Jinyue, faint starlight flickering along the blade.
"Let him go."
There was nothing superfluous in Guan Jinyue's eyes. Surrounded by four people, she stood calmly—a composure completely out of place in such a scene.
With Chen Guan, that unpredictable variable, gone, no one could stop her now.
Yin Chen gritted his teeth, attempting to break her control with his spiritual power.
The moment his spiritual power surged out of his body, it was silently swallowed by some invisible barrier around him.
Nothing remained.
Yin Chen's face went completely pale.
"My spiritual power..."
"Save it."
Guan Jinyue finally lowered his head to look at him.
"Within the scope I've locked onto, your ability is no different from an ordinary person's."
An Changqing did not hesitate any longer.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
